And I really need to get to sleep, must be up at 5 to catch 7:55 flight back to Raleigh
I’m over my Sarah McLachlan cynicism. This song, like many others, just kicks ass.
Mel Karmazin News
The company behind the product I have been most interested in purchasing in recent months, Sirius, has hired Mel Karmazin to be its CEO. Infinity was big stuff. Viacom was huge stuff. But now I think Sirius is going to kick XM’s ass, and I find myself admiring Mel and contemplating for the first time in awhile, What If…
[News]
I did read up on Craig recently, and I guess I may have mentioned what he’s up to in here…
[For more on Mel, Craig, and the Karmazins, see Toastie's Journal, 1989-1994. Unfortunately, those volumes are not published. Cast of Characters needs to be updated to include characters from the Early Years (which, believe it or not, were even more depressing than the new episodes, although the melodrama probably made them far more entertaining)].
Let’s see if I can sanitize these thoughts for public expression
I did my once-in-a-blue-moon exercising earlier at the substandard La Quinta fitness room. I had CNN on, and just a brief glimpse of the news enraged me. Three stories of note:
1. Margaret Hassan, director of CARE, executed. No offense to the other executed Westerners, but this execution is the most vile, because Hassan had absolutely no selfish interests in being in Iraq and had been selfless for decades in striving to better the lives of Iraqis. She didn’t just come in to help build bridges in the past six months so she and her husband could retire to a beachfront condo.
2. A teenage insurgent was murdered, NOT killed in combat, by a trigger-happy, Rambo-wannabe American soldier. After a fellow soldier said, “I think he’s f*in faking being dead!” the other guy shoots him at point blank range and says, “Well, he’s f*in dead now!” And this is all on videotape, and those inbred evangelicals, all 58 million that voted for Bush*, they probably think the guy’s a hero, but he’s the kind of person that often sickens me to be an American.
3. A mother in Washington was arrested after two of her kids were found starved to death, a third was nearly dead. Now there’s someone who can be shot at point-blank range. Why don’t pro-life people march on Washington to protect THESE kids? &*$&#(* hypocrites.
* Yes, I know that not all 58 million are inbred evangelicals. Some just don’t want to help poor people except through their United Way donations. Others are just…inbred. And a few are my friends, and they’re just…well, it doesn’t matter, because if they are reading this, we’re probably not friends anymore.
Am I really going to post this public? You betcha.
Week 5
Week 5 in Atlanta begins in just a few hours. I should already be asleep. The weekend flies by much too fast. There is so much I had wanted to get done. In five-and-a-half hours, I’ll be awake and off on another excursion to Atlanta. I hate this. I’m exhausted. I need some purpose. I need a reason for it all to matter.
Stupid
I was clearing boxes out of the storage closet on the porch, and I thought it was finally an okay time for Aremid to explore one of the long-off-limits spaces in the apartment. With the boxes cleared away, I didn’t he’d be able to get up to the top. Of course, he did, and now he’s crawling around above my apartment getting dust and dirt and grime all over himself, rubbing up against nails which are all over the walls. I have no ladder to get all the way up there. He’ll come down eventually…
Googling your AIM ID
Warning: If you don’t want people to know you have an LJ, don’t list your AIM ID, since googling it will return your LJ!
Oh, well. :)
Is it safe yet?
Yeah, I think so. And an Akiba Purple Haze and a Widmer Hefeweizen at the Mellow Mushroom in Dunwoody help a bit. So I shall return to public LJs, at least from time to time, because I do, from time to time, have amusing and/or furious thoughts that simply must be shared with the rest of the world. I have no such thoughts at the moment…but let me attempt some…
Fallujah? Arafat? Alberto Gonzales? Don’t care. News? I’m done. For now. Okay, I guess that fact that I know who Alberto Gonzales is demonstrates some adherence to the practice of observing current events. But (referring to an earlier entry), I’m more concerned that Howard Keel is dead than Yassir Arafat. However, I will miss Arafat’s acting abilities. He was great in The Naked Gun (wearing nametag “hello, I’m Yassir”). Oh, that wasn’t really him? Well, he was a great actor, nonetheless, acting all charming and what-not with Clinton and Rabin and later Barak. This is an all-too serious LJ, so therefore, I feel no need to have any serious comments regarding the passing of Yassir Arafat.
I bought a new CD today, my second CD purchase in Atlanta following a massive eBay sell-off/fundraiser. I bought Elton John’s newb Peachtree Road. 12 stars. No, I don’t rate albums. I like it. Nuff said.
So many movies I’d like to see, if only I had anyone to see a movie with…
The Incredibles
Ray
(mind goes blank, several others, okay, I shall check imdb.com…
Kinsey
Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason
Closer
(By the way, I have a cute waitress, and due to her cuteness and niceness, she will now get a big tip which will serve no other purpose than that I am very well aware that she works five times harder than I do and probably makes…considerably less than I do (I almost revealed my income in public LJ…oops…oh, the name is Ashley W, at the Dunwoody Mellow Mushroom, should Ashley ever Google herself)
Time to head back to the La Quinta for a mad party…no, just going to watch The Apprentice and pack…
Hiatus does not include announcement of new picture posts
That’s an addendum to the previous hiatus message.
The completion of the Aremid Gallery (added 1996-2001, all very cute pictures)
Public hiatus
Ok, I can’t do the public LJ thing anymore for now. I’ve run out of political rants. I have zero sense of humor for anything. And sharing any aspect of my life publicly seems like, well, a dumb idea right now.
